From Jilted Bride To Powerful Marchioness

Chapter 2

Word Count: 772 | Released on: 17/06/2026

as absolute, a held breath

he was the heart of the family, the arbite

f weighing the girl's very soul. Adela's heart hammered against her ribs-a frantic bird trapped in a cage of

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through the pews. Adela felt a single taut musc

ad slightly. "Lord C

her. They were her grand‑nephews, cousins to the disgraced Julian. They

aze return

e for my grandson's unforgivable transgression, you may choos

ed between their great‑aunt's command a

so cruelly, only to be offered a choice between two of the mos

er of amusement and condescension. Lord Gideon, younger, looked simply bewildered, like a sta

rtainty what her life wou

amily's shame. A charity case, forever indebted, forever living in Julian's

was not

d power-a position so unassailable tha

hoice that would shatter everyo

espect. Then she rose, her head held high, and her eye

the man standing si

tary‑cut coat, with shoulders so broad his

uncle, adoptive father and legal guard

rang out, clea

rosity, Your Grace. But my

ng the weight of

e the honor that is commensurate with the insult I have su

e raised it slightly, indica

s you, my Lo

d been a thunderclap,

chapel seem

the first flicker of emotion. His deep‑set gray eyes, usually as calm as a win

, then deeply insulted. They had been offered up l

owed, her assessment of Adela deepening fr

ck. This was not part of her script. She had expected her stepda

her voice steady as she

As his guardian, you bear the ulti

that s

ness of Crestwood, can the honor I have

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From Jilted Bride To Powerful Marchioness

Min Xiaoxi History

“Adela Mays stood at the altar, gripping her white rose bouquet until the stems dug into her skin. This grand wedding to Lord Julian Blackwood was her only escape from a home where her stepmother treated her worse than a stray dog. But the heavy oak doors didn't open for her groom. Instead, a pale steward walked down the aisle, handing the bishop a hastily torn letter. Julian had eloped with a commoner for "true love," publicly abandoning her at the altar. The chapel instantly erupted into cruel laughter and mocking whispers. In the front row, her stepmother's eyes gleamed with triumphant satisfaction, while her furious father prepared to drag her back to a life of endless torment. Hundreds of nobles watched her become the ultimate joke, the most pathetic, discarded bride in the entire kingdom. The humiliation felt like a thousand needles piercing her skin. To return home meant a fate worse than death, and to accept the Blackwood family's pity would make her a lifelong symbol of their shame. She refused to be a disposable pawn ruined by a coward's betrayal. Behind her was a cliff, so she chose to step forward. She slowly lifted her own veil, her eyes as cold as a frozen lake, and locked her gaze on the groom's terrifying uncle-Marquis Broderick Blackwood, the undisputed head of the family. "To repair the damage done to my name, my choice is you, my Lord Marquis." The entire chapel gasped in disbelief. The abandoned bride was about to become the most powerful woman in the kingdom.”